The Uncanny Stranger

The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat, Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic; The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats! The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic. The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear, As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares! The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer, For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter! The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise. Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh! Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience! Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris. Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars; Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders. Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious. In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter. But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers: Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers, On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers, Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger! 'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds; Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs! When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress; While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers. Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials. Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,' the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries! All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita